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The thoughts creep in slowly, stopping me in my tracks, make contact and I find myself crawling back to the first night my memory didn't lapse. I'm caught between the past, a future I can't see, and a present given by someone who doesn't know me. Can it really be a gift If it doesn't feel like reality? The thoughts of the past and the dreams of the future Need to collide yesterday So my presence doesn't feel Like a gift nobody wants.
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
Collide Yesterday
The thoughts creep in slowly, stopping me in my tracks, make contact and I find myself crawling back to the first night my memory didn't lapse. I'm caught between the past, a future I can't see, and a present given by someone who doesn't know me. Can it really be a gift If it doesn't feel like reality? The thoughts of the past and the dreams of the future Need to collide yesterday So my presence doesn't feel Like a gift nobody wants.
JustMelz
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
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